Today was Take One Half of the Christmas Decorations Down Day. All but the Christmas Village was packed away and toted to the shed out back. It felt good. Getting rid of Christmas.
This has been my Christmas for the past two years: Celebration on the outside, brokenhearted on the inside. It takes its toll.
It's okay though. Every single year the fluff of Christmas fades more and more and God comes nearer... reminding me that celebrating Jesus is the real reason for the season. Not that I don't know that already. But there's something about suffering loss that brings more light to the real reason, Jesus.
And so the Christmas Village will stay up until the end of January so the kids can get their fill of play... and then that too will be packed away. And I will be counting down the days till spring. Then summer. Then fall. And if it be God's will, we will see Christmas again next year.
I love you Ms Bobbi. Keep writing beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat is so true, without the hope of Jesus, it really doesn't matter how exciting the holiday might be.
ReplyDeleteIt is always sad to put away Christmas, especially when our parents were still alive, we would always wonder who would be there next year when it came time to celebrate it.
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The house used to feel naked for a week or so after I packed up Christmas. Might be the reason that I don't go all out any more. Wouldn't a shrink have fun with that?
ReplyDeleteThere is always the hope, Bobbi, that next Christmas will not be a sad one for you.
Like your header with the silver lining!